Cease

How ironic it is
That in order to stand the sight
Of spilling blood
You must ignore the feelings
Of that which pumps the blood in the first place…

How awful it is
That in order to stand the sight
Of a friend falling forever
You must numb yourself completely
And pretend you never knew them at all…

How tragic it is
That the older generation’s pain
Dies with every veteran that succumbs to age,
Leaving us again with the youthful innocence and ignorance
That led to millions dying blindly before…

How inevitable it is
That the world is destined
To live out this repetitive cycle
Of peace, fighting, coldness
Until we eventually obliterate the places we call home…

How terrible it is
That when everything comes to a close
We will have to destroy
Those we hold dear to us
Just to keep our own lives….

History is a wheel that forever keeps spinning,
Life is the engine that keeps the wheel turning,
People are what allow life to make history,
People are the biggest threat to history’s existence,
Someday the threat will become reality…

Irony, awfulness, tragedy, inevitability and terribleness will cease to exist…
History will cease to exist…